After years of playing the field, Haydn has finally found his soul mate. Problem is, the well-endowed Cassie thinks all dragons are trouble and she has no intention of letting Hayden anywhere near her. He's going to have to do some fast talking to convince her he's the dragon of her dreams.

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Cassie watched the magic swirl around the hulking figure of the dragon. The ride had been wonderful, opening her eyes to the myriad of differences between the dragon who’d bound her and the mouthwatering male who’d whisked her to this mountain retreat. She could feel the heat rush to her cheeks as she imagined what she wanted him to do to her. No, not to her. With her. She sensed that he’d truly meant what he said. He’d let her take the lead, wouldn’t push her to do anything unless she were a willing participant.

Would she be brave enough to give him the chance? She lifted her chin, watching Haydn emerge from the sparkling cloud. A thin sheen of sweat covered his naked body, and her attention wandered to the hard shaft angling upward from his groin.

Not giving her a chance to think, he tossed his clothing aside and strode toward her. Curling his finger around her wrist, he drew her toward him.

Cassie watched his sinfully sexy lips descend, mesmerized. She shouldn’t want this so bad, want him so badly. He was a dragon. She should run while she had the chance. But she didn’t. She let her eyelids flutter down, closing at the first touch of his warm lips. She melted against him, there was no other way to describe it. She fit herself against him, craving the feel of his hard body burning through the thin protection of her clothing.

It might be madness, but she no longer cared. She’d never felt so needy, lust wiping out every self-protective instinct she had. His body crowded her, his cock hard against the soft flesh of her belly.

He nibbled on her lower lip, his teeth tracing a scorching path across it before he plunged his tongue deep to take complete control. Cassie whimpered at the merciless invasion, lust sweeping through her at his every touch. She ran her tongue alongside his, challenging him to make her his.

His arms came around her like bands of steel, holding her steady when her knees threatened to buckle. “You’re overdressed for what I have in mind.” He murmured the words against her lips while he swept her up in his arms and strode across the clearing.

“Are you always this forceful?” She let him lay her down in a patch of soft clover, the smell of crushed greenery rising to tease her senses.

“No. You are special. My fire companion. My souler.” He unbuttoned the front of her shirt and spread the material to expose her breasts, barely restrained by the lacy bra she’d donned for her shift that evening. His eyes darkened as he gazed down at her. “You are exquisite.”

Cassie snorted. “I’m plump, to put it mildly.” But secretly she was pleased when he shook his head, his hot gaze devouring the exposed skin.

“You are perfect, a fitting fire companion for one such as me.” He reached down to release her breasts from their prison of lace. His nostrils flared, and she had the crazy impression that he was inhaling her scent. He tugged impatiently at the sleeves of her shirt, and Cassie raised herself up on one elbow to pull it off. “This too.” He tugged at the waistband of her skirt. “If I have to wait much longer I’ll be tearing it off you, and then you’ll have nothing to wear on the flight back.”

Cassie giggled, picturing herself perched naked on the back of the dragon as it flew through the morning sky. Lust still clawed at her center, and she didn’t feel any of the fear she associated with the proximity of dragons. She got to her feet and hooked her thumbs in the waist of the denim skirt. Capturing his gaze, she gave a slow sensuous wriggle of her ample hips as she worked the material down over them, every move a teasing invitation.

Haydn drew in a ragged breath, his attention fixed on the flesh revealed as she let the skirt drop to the ground and stepped out of it. The tiny lace thong quickly followed. “I have no idea what I did to deserve you, but I’m not going to let you go. You’re so beautiful.”

He held out his hand, and Cassie hesitated for a second before slipping her fingers into his. “You promised not to bind me.”

He nodded. “And I will keep that promise. I would never hold you against your will. I intend to make you so happy you’ll never want to leave me.”

With a sexy grin on his lips, he grasped her hips and drew her down on top of him. She could feel the hard length of his shaft against her thigh, and she wriggled her hips, loving the way his cock jerked in response.

“Two can play at that game.” Haydn shifted, positioning his leg between her thighs. His grin widened at the little gasp that escaped her lips, and he slid his leg from side to side.

Heat flared through her, dark and edgy. She’d never felt like this before -- this burning lust, this aching desire. His thigh brushed against the hard nub of her clit, and she arched her back, grinding her sex against him. “I need...”

“You need what? Tell me.” The urgency in his voice sent her lust spiraling higher.